We finally have the October Surprise—in death, Ginsburg provides

We’ve waited patiently to find out what would be the Trumpster’s October Surprise. Would he fake a video of Joe Biden in bed with a sheep? Would he wag the dog in starting a war with Canada, citing Canukistan’s icicles of mass destruction?

We now know it will be the red meat of a Supreme Court nomination. This is known to make Republicans as breathless as a hooker on an aircraft carrier.

Watching Trump’s postmaster general attempt to destroy the US Postal Service’s ability to deliver mail-in votes, one could see The Donald was getting quite nervous about the quadrennial contest to see which corporate-backed candidate can purchase the most ad time spreading lies, leading to the right to wield the big stick from behind the Resolute Desk.

The Trumpster’s fabricating that a pandemic-ending vaccine will be ready around election time (what a coincidence!) was a move of desperation rivaling Zeus’ expeditious dumping of the judging of who was most beautiful, among three narcissistic and vengeful goddesses, onto a trembling mortal named Paris.

Ahh but now we have it, the sine qua non. The path to four more years of getting away with grabbing them by the pussy.

The means will be a third Nazi appointment to the Supreme Court, perhaps a fiend so noxious that Satan would refuse entry to hell for fear of contamination—the kind of degenerate that Trump’s glassy-eyed Evangelical followers embrace like fudge brownies to a pothead.

Finally Trump has a lifeline to traditional Republicans, maybe even some of the “Never Trumpers.” Nothing excites Republicans like the thought of having “conservative” control over the Supreme Court. You can bet your sweet bippie that Republicans will forgive Trump’s many blunders if they can get a super majority on The Court.

This highway to hell is greased for “all systems go” by the ludicrous hypocrisy of Senate Grand Poobah Mitch McConnell and his Judiciary Committee High Priest Lindsey Graham. Both are previously on record stating that presidents absolutely cannot appoint Supreme Court justices in the last year of their term of office (to put a screeching kibosh on President Obama’s High Court appointment).

So the game’s in play. With over 200,000 citizens pushing up daisies largely owing to a lack of a national plan to slow a pandemic, an economy south of Antarctica (for the working class), and daily tweets that would embarrass a moron, the Trumpster finally has something with which to excite his idiot hordes and then some.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg couldn’t have planned her demise at a more convenient time for a rescue of Trump, Inc. It’s like a life preserver for a drowning rat.

The Trumpster is already pondering, “I will find the most fascist judge in the universe to excite my stupid followers—someone who hates women, people of color, immigrants, and those making less than 7 figures.” Said stupids will have to take drugs to calm themselves before they race to infest polling places where they will ardently pull the lever for Dear Leader, making the points that they have a constitutional right to spread virus unmasked (it’s about freedom), and Stormy Daniels was selected by Jesus to hump the Chosen One (it’s in the Bible). Let me hear an “Amen.”

Jack Balkwill has been published from the little read Rectangle, magazine of the English Honor Society, to the (then) millions of readers USA Today and many progressive publications/web sites such as Z Magazine, In These Times, Counterpunch, This Can’t Be Happening, Intrepid Report, and Dissident Voice. He is author of “An Attack on the National Security State,” about peace activists in prison.